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While the True Creator was still considering how to shape the world order, Edward had already entered Winter County.
"It's so cold. It's almost August already."
Complaining, Edward pulled his fine wool scarf up over his mouth and the tip of his nose. Wisps of white mist escaped through the gaps in the scarf. He lowered the brim of his top hat and followed the route indicated by the Red Glove he had happened to meet on the road, entering Moon Town, which had yet to be steeped in fear.
But that was all: it had yet to be steeped in it.
These towns had all been built against the mountains, spread along the gentle, sheltered slopes of the Amanda Mountains. From the higher parts of Moon Town, the distant explosions and flames shooting into the sky were clearly visible.
Winter County, the City of Serenity-the people who lived around here were mainly devout ascetics and wealthy people. They seldom traveled to attend frequent balls and social gatherings, and the war had further reduced contact between these towns, which had never been easy to reach. Unease now enveloped this town, though the vast majority of its people still did not know that the neighboring town had already been consumed by war.
The flames and explosions signaled the approach of war. The growing numbers of wounded and the influx of refugees shattered the serenity of the City of Serenity. People left and died every day, but the train meant to take people back into the country still had not arrived. Accustomed to relatively austere lives, these people prayed and repented day and night, placing their faith in the mercy of the gods. Almost no one could sleep.
Whether out of devout faith or because they thought it was safe near